Sakazuki's Moment in the Spotlight

"Borsalino, do you want to be Fleet Admiral? If you say yes, I'll step down and hand the position over to you right now."

Looking at the officers with their heads bowed, their faces sour as they struggled to hold back their feelings—especially Sengoku, Tsuru, Garp, Zephyr, and the other old-timers sitting there in silence—he felt better than he ever had before.

This was the perfect chance to keep taunting them.

The feeling was intoxicating.

One word: satisfying.

Two words: so satisfying.

Three words: endlessly satisfying.

"I don't have the time to clean up everyone's mess. You can leave the headaches to the Fleet Admiral."

Borsalino waved his hand, looking a little disdainful.

The power of the Fleet Admiral was certainly tempting, but he couldn't shoulder the responsibilities and workload that came with it.

Besides, he'd seen firsthand how frustrated Sakazuki had been this past year.

The Fleet Admiral's title was all but meaningless.

Sometimes, even Sengoku's words carried more weight than Sakazuki's.

People like Garp and Zephyr followed orders but didn't necessarily obey commands; they acted according to their own moods.

It was hard to imagine anything more stifling.

If Sakazuki wanted to drag him into this, he was out of luck.

Wasn't punching in and going home every day the best?

Why make life so exhausting?

Borsalino was perfectly content with his life.

The idea that he'd lower his quality of life was ridiculous.

Sakazuki was a wicked woman, full of ambition!

"What about Fujitora?"

Fujitora said nothing, simply keeping his eyes closed.

The Navy's waters were a little too deep right now. And since he hadn't been in the Navy as long as Sakazuki, Borsalino, or Kuzan, he might not be able to handle things just yet.

It wasn't the right time to make a move.

Then,